Random Crap

I had a terrible day. We say it all the time. A fight with the boss, the stomach flu, traffic. That’s what we describe as terrible when nothing terrible is happening.
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These are the things we beg for. A root canal, an IRS audit, coffee spilled on our clothes. When the really terrible things happen, we start begging a god we don’t believe in to bring back the little horrors and take away this. It seems quaint now, doesn’t it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. Would it have helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known that those were the best moments of our lives

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late, or in any case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same; there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you have never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you are not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what You’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.

Life is complicated. It starts before we’re ready, it continues while we’re still trying to figure out the point of it. And it ends long before we’ve worked out just what to do.

I don’t believe that old cliché saying that good things come to those who wait. I think good things come to those who want something so bad, they can’t sit still.